The Sideshow of the Dying

Everything is dying.
Just ask the snowman watching
A comet at midnight
Reflected in a child’s window.
He’s only got till the next thaw.

State fair livestock barn.
Think on it for a second
In front of the biggest beef cow in
The country waiting to climb
The stairway to heaven.

There is a graveyard,
An old pine lot, a watchman at night.
Necrophile, when the crowd lets out,
Go on home for a change.
The grave is for those robbed of life.